Heather Stanton
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Stories (11/0)
Kujo
Kujo, the beagle. The first time I saw him, I knew he was the one I wanted. He needed me just as badly as I needed him. It was in his eyes; they were sad and angry. I understood that. When I put out my hand to pet him, he came over tentatively, somewhat hopefully, layered with attitude. All those things pulled me to him. How did such a handsome beagle with soulful brown eyes, and a beautiful brown-black thick white coat, end up at the pound? What was his story? I knew I had to take him home with me no matter what those answers were.
By Heather Stanton2 years ago in Petlife
Princess
Is it easier or harder to tell a tale at the time it happens or years later? If I were to guess, I would say that every situation is different. For me, this tale is easier said many years later. Loss is something we all deal with in our lives. I experienced it before I lost her and after, but losing her had such an impact on me it changed my makeup forever.
By Heather Stanton2 years ago in Families
Our House goes Dark
“Teresa Kristine, come out, come out, wherever you are.” Who am I? Where am I? Confused, I study the bright green dense woods. The last thing I remember is searching for someone. Instinctively, I know it’s not the same one who is chasing me. I have to run and hide.
By Heather Stanton3 years ago in Fiction
The Ghostly Orbs
“It’s not time to get up, go away.” My eyes snap open. I live alone. So, who am I talking to? Staring around my dark bedroom. Checking that the blackout curtains tightly shut. Rain is beating against the house. Reaching for my phone, I fumble on the end table.
By Heather Stanton3 years ago in Fiction
Our House goes Dark
My life is happy. I work at the local bar and live alone. He swaggers into my work, overconfident, and handsome. The first few times I ignore him. On the fifth visit, he brings flowers, a new trophy, and a buckle. After cleaning up at the local rodeo.
By Heather Stanton3 years ago in Fiction
Becca's Adventures
I zip past the old abandoned barn on my bike, tilting my head the way I always do, because it leans to the right. Everyone in town is afraid of this property, the children admit it, the adults pretend it doesn’t exist. All that remains of the family home is a scorched plot, off a country road, in the middle of nowhere Ohio.
By Heather Stanton3 years ago in Fiction
Hidden Oasis
Life on Earth was altered greatly after the great sickness, I have heard and read of this, but it was before my time. My life has been sad and lonely, the council controls us. They tell us what to do, when, and how to do it, my biggest problem with this is I’m not like everyone else. I hide my differences and push others out of my life even as they ask.
By Heather Stanton3 years ago in Fiction